The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!

My sun sets to rise again.

Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.

Motherhood: All love begins and ends there.

Man partly is and wholly hopes to be.

I trust in nature for the stable laws of beauty and utility. Spring shall plant and autumn garner to the end of time.

It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad.

Hand Grasps at hand, eye lights eye in good friendship, And great hearts expand And grow one in the sense of this world's life.

So let’s raise our glass to the accident season, To the river beneath us where we sink our souls, To the bruises and secrets, to the ghosts in the ceiling, One more drink for the watery road.

You're girls!' he shouted as if the fact had totally eluded him until then.

At any appearance, I make sure that before the person takes a pic and runs away, that I make contact. All I can do is give that little bit of me, the kickback is miraculous.

Trials teach us what we are.

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond

The plaintiff cannot dive into the secret recesses of his (the defendant's) heart.

Humanity, divine limitation; Divinity, human perfection.

It is indeed a radical act of love just to sit down and be quiet for a time by yourself.

The only way to succeed is to make people hate you. That way they remember you.

The more profoundly we study this wonderful Book, and the more closely we observe its divine precepts, the better citizens we will become and the higher will be our destiny as a nation.